Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Algernon Curtis
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Man they done fucked up man I just straight out the bed to drop this freestyle
From the bed to the studio
(Let's go)
Aye,Aye,Aye
Ok
I'm outchea flexing cuz I got it from the muscle
**** tryna catch up while I'm fucking up the mustard
You must've heard that bitch had broke my heart after I fucked her
What the fuck that hoe be lying that's why I ain't even trust her
Now these **** lollipoppin' tryna play me like a sucker
Leave a **** warm like he laying under cover
Only smoke come this way gone be coming from my muzzle
Have his body missing pieces like he tryna find a puzzle
Opps asking questions we gone get to shoulder shrugging
Saying that we knowin' something
**** we ain't knowing nothin'
You ain't talking money that's the end of the discussion
Cuz my **** got the drum like we leading the percussion
I'm on my grind no Tony hawk shit
And I had to upgrade to some boss shit
Said he took the number down but he lost it
I'm in the line I ain't worried bout the cost shit
Cuz I'm off it
Now it's game time
**** i ain't got no patience just to waste time
Like my bitch slim thick in the waistline
No communication wanna fuck more than we FaceTime
Rep your hood throw it up like a gang sign
Know the game but you still get no play time
My team touch down
You gone lay down
Cuz we still sending shots from the baseline
Now it's game time
**** i ain't got no patience just to waste time
Like my bitch slim thick in the waistline
No communication wanna fuck more than we FaceTime
Rep your hood throw it up like a gang sign
Know the game but you still get no play time
My team touch down
You gone lay down
Cuz we still sending shots from the baseline
Aye
How does that look
50 cal to his stomach how his chest look
When I let that thunder clap
Put a zero on his back
Triple double back to back like Westbrook
Coming in hitting hard with a left hook
And I bet I do the dash under pressure
When they get you on your ass you gone fess yo
Man I knew you wasn't solid from the let up
I'm just headed for the top
I ain't even hit my peak
I'm just tryna get a mill
Give a fuck bout being meek Smoking on that strong
Had a **** feeling weak
I got something cooking up cuz he said he want some beef
But I turned that shit to steak cuz I'm bringing all the heat
In a box Chevy bitch we on your street
But you ain't wanna link
Now your family at your wake cuz I can't you in your sleep damn
Now it's game time
**** i ain't got no patience just to waste time
Like my bitch slim thick in the waistline
No communication wanna fuck more than we FaceTime
Rep your hood throw it up like a gang sign
Know the game but you still get no play time
My team touch down
You gone lay down
Cuz we still sending shots from Uh Aye What
Now it's game time
**** i ain't got no patience just to waste time
Like my bitch slim thick in the waistline
No communication wanna fuck more than we FaceTime
Rep your hood throw it up like a gang sign
Know the game but you still get no play time
My team touch down
You gone lay down
Cuz we still sending shots from the baseline
Straight off top fuck you talking bout ****
(Off Top)
Aye, Aye, Lilacedondada
Tr3yace Bitch
Fuck
(Say that shit right)
Better say it right when you say it ****
(Say that shit right ****)
Game Time
Game Time
Game time
Game time
Game time
Aye, that bit jiggy huh
Ok ok ok
Written by: Algernon Curtis
